I am weary, my bones ache for the ground
Burden of living, to this flesh I'm bound
No choice but to survive
Forced to wait for natural death,
machines control my breath
No hope, you can not die
sacred life's a fucking joke,
let me choke.
Enervated, cant you see you err?
Burden of living, is not yours to bear.
Trapped in this mortal shell,
My mind is a prison cell
Please free me from this living hell.
Please god set me free.
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Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann